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Once she was completely naked, he lifted her up again and lowered her down on the bed. In anticipation of the evening, Laura lit two candles that were burning on her dresser. That was the only light that was in the room. The soft haze flickered across his handsome face as she gazed up at him.
He stared down at her, greedily gazing up and down her near-naked body. Laura had curves—curves that she’d always been proud of in clothes. But, if she was being honest, she wasn’t quite as bold when her soft belly and thighs with ripples of cellulite weren’t hidden behind denim and cotton.
She’d never enjoyed being naked. If she was going to walk to the bathroom after sex, she always put on a shirt. Or if she and her partner were lying in bed after doing the deed, she grabbed a sheet or blanket to cover them up.
But the way Knox was looking at her infused her with a boldness and a sensual ownership of her body that she’d never felt before. The heat of his stare left a trail of tingles as his eyes hungrily ate her up.
"You are so fucking sexy," he gritted out.
Hearing him vocalize what she had already felt he was thinking emboldened her to tease him: "I would say the same about you, but I haven’t really seen the goods."
The corners of his mouth tilted up in a grin, revealing a dimple on each cheek, and her inner muscles clenched at the sexy sight.
She’d been lying when she said that she couldn’t say the same about him. Knox could be in a hazmat suit and still be the sexiest man alive. It was his eyes and his smile that really did it for her.
He tugged his shirt up and over his head, and Laura was glad she was lying down because she might have fainted at the sight of his absolutely perfect upper body. Then he removed his pants and she wasn’t sure she remembered how to breath. Of course, she’d known that the man was in good shape. But the level of chisel and muscle definition combined with mass that Knox Savage had was Roman Gladiator-level perfection.
Leaning over her, his hands gripped her hips before his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and he began to slide them down her body. She lifted up her hips to allow the material to pass. When the panties dropped to the floor, he started to push inside of her, and her body contracted around him as she gasped. He was larger than most of the men she’d been with. The only one who had come close had not been a very enjoyable experience for her. She wasn’t sure if this was going to work. Suddenly, her summer of fun seemed to be in jeopardy.
His fingers threaded between hers, and he pinned her arms above her head as he rested on his forearms.
"Just breathe," he instructed as he kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then her mouth. The kiss was all too brief, and he moved on, peppering kisses along her jaw and then her neck. His hands held hers in place as his mouth moved down to her breast. His tongue and teeth teased her first, on her right, then on her left nipple. He sucked, licked, and kissed her breasts until she was writhing beneath him.
He started to push inside of her slowly. So slowly, even though it stung, her body was begging for more. The inner walls of her body began to contract. A swell of pressure built in her lower belly. Her back arched, causing her hips to tilt up.
"Good girl. You can take me. You can take all of me."
His suggestive encouragement served to increase her arousal, coating her inner walls and allowing him to enter her. Inch by inch, her body stretched to accommodate his girth until he was fully embedded in her. The pressure of his size caused her to curl low in her belly.
When he filled her completely, he released her hands from above her head and moved one hand to her hip. His fingers dug into her flesh, but his hips remained perfectly still. The only movement was in his chest from his labored breaths.
Her arms lowered, and she wrapped them around his neck. Laura pulled him close to her, loving the feeling of his weight pressing down on her. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and inhaled the masculine musk that she could get drunk off of.
As her body adjusted to his size and she snuggled against Knox, she was struck by something. A realization hit her that every partner she’d been with had treated sex as a means to an end. She’d always felt they were racing toward the finish line; some tried to take her with them, others just worried about themselves.
This coupling, which was transpiring between her and Knox, should be the definition of a means to an end. In his mind, he was doing this to get her pregnant. But for some reason, this felt different. Every touch, every kiss, and every breath were more than just a means to an end. It felt connected. It felt intimate. It felt personal.
Laura tried not to overthink what that meant. Instead, she focused on the feeling.
Her hands began to move over his back. Her nails raked over the muscled planes of his shoulder blades as her hips began to rock. It was completely involuntary. She hadn’t even been aware she had begun to move beneath him until his grip tightened its hold on her hip.
He hissed between his teeth and lifted his head to look down at her. "Don’t move."
She saw that he was on the edge, and she loved that she’d been the one to bring him there. She did what he requested, sort of. She stilled her hips, but she squeezed her inner walls, milking his erection.
His jaw ticked, and he closed his eyes as he slowly inhaled through his nose. "I said don’t move."
"I’m not," she teased as she continued her internal contractions.
"Laura," he gritted out in warning.
"Knox," she whispered breathlessly as she brought herself closer to the edge. Each pulse of her canal around his impressive girth sent a tiny shock of pleasure skittering through her limbs, almost like mini-orgasms.
Without warning, her climax crashed over her like a wave. A deep groan ripped from his chest as he pushed inside of her even deeper, and his entire body shook.
"I’m sorry," he whispered against her neck. "That’s never happened to me before."
"Good, because it’s never happened to me before either." Laura had never orgasmed from penetration alone. She’d always had to have clitoral stimulation. She wasn’t even sure how that had happened.
